You love me, the marks are on your hands
You prepare a place for me
You prepare a place for me
You love me, the marks are on your feet
You prepare a place for me
You prepare a place for me
When I think upon all your goodness
When I think upon how you love me
I open up my heart to sing praise
I open up my heart to sing
I open up my heart to sing praise
Oh Holy One my King
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